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Damien Jurado - Lottery Lyrics



Damien Jurado - Lottery Lyrics




Misfortune got you like a sickness
The saints and angels all agree
Trouble sure as trouble sees it
I need it in writing to believe
To believe

The target was your heart in the beginning
Now they're digging soft ground for your grave
I hope the mourners will bring plastic flowers
They'll drink to your death with pink champagne
Pink champagne

Now I hear your widow crying



Her weeping I made into this song
It's popular with the disco dancers
They'll play it on the radio all week long
All week long

Misfortune got you like a sickness
And the saints, the angels all agree
Trouble sure as trouble sees it
I need it in writing to believe
To believe
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Misfortune got you like a sickness
The saints and angels all agree
Trouble sure as trouble sees it
I need it in writing to believe
To believe

The target was your heart in the beginning
Now they're digging soft ground for your grave
I hope the mourners will bring plastic flowers
They'll drink to your death with pink champagne
Pink champagne

Now I hear your widow crying



Her weeping I made into this song
It's popular with the disco dancers
They'll play it on the radio all week long
All week long

Misfortune got you like a sickness
And the saints, the angels all agree
Trouble sure as trouble sees it
I need it in writing to believe
To believe
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Writer: Damien Jurado
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